Roy Orbison - There Won't Be Many Coming Home Lyrics

(Roy Orbison / Bill Dees)

Listen all you people, try and understand
You may be a soldier, woman, child or man
But there won't be many coming home,
No, there won't be many coming home,
Oh, there won't be many, maybe ten out of twenty,
But there won't be many coming home.

Now the old folks will remember
On that dark and dismal day
How their hearts were choked with pride
As their children marched away
Now the glory is all gone, they are left alone,
And there won't be many coming home,
Oh, there won't be many coming home.
Oh, there won't be many, but there may not be any,
But there won't be many coming home,
If they all came back but one,
He was still some mother's son,
And there won't be many coming home.

No, there won't be many coming home,
No, there won't be many coming home,
Oh, there won't be many, maybe five out of twenty,
But there won't be many coming home.

Look real closely at the soldier
Coming at you through the haze,
He may be the younger brother who ran away,
And before you kill another, listen to what I say,
Oh, there won't be many coming home,
Oh, there won't be many coming home.
Oh, there won't be many, but there may not be any,
But there won't be many cominng hom,
If they all came back but one,
HE was still some mother's son,
And there won't be many coming home.
No, there won't be many coming home.
Oh, there won't be many coming home.